M Dawg Gut Punches the Baby Tebus

Douche of the soul is a festering rot, and M Dawg pukes it in spades.

The Ladies of the 3pm-9pm Tuesday shift at the Platinum Club regret nothing. Except that one thing. You know what. Lets not talk about it. The bathrooms at the Ladies Foot Locker still smell like cinnamon.

Doc Bunsen, thanks for the link! We all need to go there and run that message board, especially ‘Sock with his theories on his equine micturation. Or maybe hermit and RevChad with their pharmaceutical fables.